It's late at night.

Changdujun took the surviving city defense army to cut down a few tree trunks on the other side of the chasm, and with the power of his earth element, he built a simple wooden bridge at both ends of the abyss.

After the people on both sides of the bridge converged in a small courtyard, Changdu County and Li Jingyu divided the people into two groups.

Some people went to the ruins to look for food, others were responsible for continuing to search for survivors in the city, and Li Jingyu himself quietly climbed to the top of the northern city with his own soldiers to deduce the route of tomorrow's breakthrough.

In fact, he had calculated before that no matter which gate he went out from, with the people, and there were no heavy cavalry to open the way, the chances of their group being able to rush out were very small.

However, it's always good to have a little thought in your heart.

At least it won't leave people with the fear of staying in this city and waiting to die.

If it is a dead word no matter which city gate you go out of, then simply break through the north gate and pass towards the sunset. At least there, there is still a chance of survival.

Regarding the secret letters sent to the sunset border pass, Li Jingyu had already prepared for the worst in his heart. He guessed that Yanwen Dao should have bought some internal response in the army, created a mutiny, and disrupted the Sunset Border Pass and the entire northwest.

Who could it be?

Yan Wendao made a deal with the devil, and with such a big deal, he must have taken the key point of the Northwest Army. The influence of this progression, will it be the four chief soldiers of the Four Phase Legion?

Li Jingyu shuddered.

Of course, Feng Dashuai can sweep away the civil strife in the end, but how many brothers will die?

Can you really escape into the sunset border with everyone by yourself?

With the uneasiness in his heart, Li Jingyu climbed the city wall and glanced outside.

He had been prepared, but when he actually saw the dense tide of monsters in the wilderness, which spread from the city to the woods in the distance, he was still terrified.

Most of the low-level monsters in front of him had already curled up and slept, and with the little fluorescence of the flying ants, Li Jingyu could still find the occasional monster sentry passing through.

He glanced farther away, and five tall bizarre siege engines revealed their silhouettes in the darkness.

The safflower master should also be in the car, right?

......

Thinking of the familiar faces that had passed away in front of his eyes today, Li Jingyu plunged his hands deep into the dirt under him and stirred.

Then he suppressed his voice and sneered: "Fate turns, if I have the opportunity to return to the pass, I will definitely let the heads of these monsters of you be hung all over the city in the coming year to avenge this shame."

......

......

Chang Qiushi touched the ash on his hand, and cautiously looked at his sister Chang Qinghe, who was only a few months old and crying in a small wooden basket next to him, and was a little at a loss. He wanted to make a grimace to tease her, but the muscles at the corners of his mouth didn't know if he had been tense for too long today in order to keep his expression, and he was so stiff that he couldn't open it at all.

When he finally pulled out a disguise, Qinghe glanced at him, but he cried even more fiercely.

Mr. Wei, who was sitting across from him, added a piece of wood to the fire in front of him, poured the hot water from the black pot into a makeshift tin can, picked it up, blew on it, and took a sip.

"Don't be yourself. Mr. Wei put down the tin can full of water in his left hand, and still held his book of human sayings in his right hand.

"Teacher......" Chang Sigongzi's voice was hoarse and dry, and his originally delicate and good-looking bun was stained with dust and blood.

"Weeping and mourning, but not dead. Mr. Wei was still looking at the book in his hand.

Chang Qiushi looked at his sister who was still crying under the bedding in the wooden basket. In order to prevent a cold, he wanted to reach out and straighten the corners of the bedding, but when he rolled, he saw the delicate longevity lock that the aunt put on his sister's neck.

It reads: "May you be well placed all your life, and you will have good trees to live on in this life." ”

Chang Qiushi's heart churned all of a sudden, he turned his head, retched a few times, and tears were about to come out.

He has endured so much eternity today. The aunt in the family, the housekeeper for many years, and the heartfelt domestic servant all left him in an instant.

After confronting his father that day, under his father's order, Qi Ye knocked him unconscious and locked him in the Chang family ancestral hall to ask him to reflect.

Until today, disaster struck.

The abyssal chasm that cut through the earth just shuttled under his house, swallowing most of Changfu's house.

Gone, nothing overnight.

Qu Bai Chang's family has nothing, and all the savings of so many years have fallen into it.

Thinking of this, Chang Weirong complained a little about his father.

To put it mildly, in the first few days when the monsters surrounded the north gate, there were no monsters outside the south gate. Although ordinary families could not withdraw from Qubai City because of martial law, it stands to reason that my father could withdraw his family from Dongcheng.

But the father still chose to leave them in the city.

If it weren't for Qi Ye's rescue of him and his sister at a critical time today, the Chang family who stayed in the city would have been almost wiped out.

Was this my father's determination to defend the city as the governor of the prefecture?

But soon there was another thing that made him wonder, since it was against the rebels, why did his father keep pressing the city defense army when he was clearing the rebels in the city, and he was so timid that he handed over all the errands to General Li's Xiuzi battalion?

The more Chang Qiu thought about it, the more confused he became, and he rubbed his hands anxiously.

Mr. Wei tapped him on the head with a book and motioned for him to look south.

Chang Sigongzi turned his head with the trend. In the darkness of the night, his father, who was over seventy years old, was one hand at a time to pacify the people who had just escaped from the city.

Passing by a campfire, Changdujun buried himself and gently wiped the blood from his clothes for a thin black girl who was sleeping in a tattered winter coat.

He only had one hand, so he struggled a little, and the empty cuffs flew back and forth in the air.

Chang Qiushi didn't dare to look at it anymore, and quickly turned his head back.

"Qiu Shi, are you afraid?" Mr. Wei took a sip of water and looked back at the Qubai citizens who were scattered around him around him and roasting around the fires. Seeing a little beggar of four or five years old shivering by a fire not far away, the old man took off his cloak and walked over to tie it to the child.

Chang Qiushi looked at the teacher, and then at his sister who had just been crying enough in the basket next to him for a few months, and was about to fall asleep with a small mattress, and shook his head.

"Don't be afraid. His voice was hoarse, but deliberately elevated. ”

The old man turned around and nodded, and walked to another campfire not far away to reassure him. There were also seven or eight of his students, who were teaching the I Ching to them in the school when the disaster struck today. Fortunately, the academy was far away from the abyss, and the ant tide did not pass through the academy later, so the scholars who were attending classes there today were not much injured.

After Mr. Wei calmed down there for a while, he came back and sat down beside Chang Qiushi, and reached out to roast on the fire.

Then he looked up and smiled at Qi Ye standing behind Chang Qiushi.

Chang Qiushi nodded, so Qi Ye walked to a campfire farther away and sat down.

The old gentleman smiled and said, "When this person made a move in front of the Drunken Flower Building that day, the time of the shot was extremely exquisite, it should be the worship and backhand that your Chang family had prepared a long time ago, right?"

Chang Qiushi squeezed out a smile: "It turns out that the teacher has already seen it, so he didn't rush that day?"

"I've been in that ghost place in Kyoto Academy for eight years, and I've never seen any monsters. ”

"That's a good place, and if you want to have the opportunity to participate in the Spring Dynasty Meeting, I ...... too."

At this, he was stunned, and then laughed to himself.

"If you really want to go out, you have to meet it. ”

Chang Qiushi sighed: "It's a pity, I haven't seen Kyoto, the world's first male city, in my life." ”

"Chang Qiushi, this is not like your father, how chic he was when he was young, how can he be as squirming as you. ”

Chang Qiushi mentioned some interest in Xiao Suo: "Teacher, tell me about it?"

The old man picked up an iron rod and shaved it in the fire in front of him.

"When he was young, he was one of the first swingers in Kyoto, writing poetry, drinking, fighting, which was not an expert. In those days, this was called chic, and the girls in Kyoto ate this set. There are countless girls who surround your father all day long. ”

Chang Qiushi had a smile on his face for no reason.

"I've never heard you talk about that era?"

"Do you really want to hear it?"

"I really want to. ”

The old man lowered his head and looked closely at the flames flying in front of him: "Let me tell you the story I heard over the years." ”

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When I was young, I read a book, and there was an ancient saying: "Exquisite color and red beans, I don't know if I know it." ”

That year, he was still a poor scholar who had nothing to gain for ten years, sold all his family's savings and real estate, and failed to take the exam five times in a row.

He was kicked in front of the dragons, but he still refused to leave Kyoto. He was poor, poor and only had sore bones. In the end, even if he went to the temple and beggar in the middle of the night to grab the steamed buns offered by the pilgrims to eat, he was unwilling to go back to his hometown to beg for a hot meal by his hands and feet.

Then that winter, he was beaten half to death for stealing, and his hands and feet were broken, and he couldn't walk.

This happened to be seen by his fellow villagers again, and he laughed at him half to death. So for the sake of integrity, he looked for an early morning, limped to the famous "Fourteen Bridges" in Kyoto, and prepared to jump, saying that he wanted to prove his innocence.

She was seventeen that year, the youngest daughter of the Ministry of Rites, and when she crossed the Fourteenth Bridge with her maid that day, she rescued a half-dead scholar who was about to commit suicide by jumping into the river.

She had a very good heart, and transferred most of the money for half a month to him, saying, "You are so stupid, you can take the test again if you can't pass the test, why do you want to jump into the river?"

He nodded embarrassedly, and drank the hot porridge in front of him with a shriveled stomach.

She gently patted him on the back with her hand, and then helped him get a cold bun.

Since then, he has been reading like crazy.

She used to sneak out late at night and sit next to him and listen to him.

She said, "You read it so well!"

So the next year, he was awarded the Jinshi background.

Although she came less and less, she would bring him some handkerchiefs, sachets and other small things every time.

One day she said: "If you can break through the dragon gate and get the top three, I can wait for you." ”

So in the third year, he took down the tanhua.

She was very happy in those two months, she came to listen to him every day, and took a small book dedicated to the world's reasoning, and she must listen to him read a little story every day.

That winter, her hijab was lifted.

But it wasn't him.

Coincidentally, the person who lifted her hijab happened to stand taller than him in the imperial examination that year, and he was the son of the servant of the Ministry of Officials, and he was also the champion Lang.

His marriage with her is very favorable, talented and beautiful, and the family is right. The emperor gave him two rewards, and even the second prince and the imperial concubine at that time went to her house in person

He thought, yes, who wants to follow him as a poor scholar with no fame, no power, and an uncertain future?

He remembered that she once blushed and told him that if she wanted to marry, she would marry the most upright scholar in the world.

He was relieved, and neither was he.

So he began to follow the trajectory of the reader all the way up.

The man who lifted her red hijab was also excellent.

So he worked hard, reading through 30,000 collections and reading thousands of books in the world. He also practiced and tasted a hundred hardships in the world. After eight years of precipitation, in exchange for a rise to the top, even Emperor Yan praised his talent for a while.

It's a pity that he is still a little better than him when he lifts her hijab.

Although it is not much, it can steadily suppress him.

He was still not convinced, and he kept comparing with that person, year after year, from weak crown to standing, so that he was not confused, and from not confused to knowing his fate.

Compare, compare how many years have passed, he held his breath and went to a position in the clouds that he couldn't even imagine.

People all over the world say that he is a giant, a tycoon, and a leader in the literary world.

Only he knows that he is nothing more than a big angry child.

Then that winter, he and he entered the cabinet at the top of the symbolic power, but one day he suddenly heard that she had died.

He saw that he was so engrossed in official business that he couldn't even go back to see her one last time.

He wanted to see the old man, so he was fortunate enough to meet the maid she was back then, who was half a hundred people, and the maid returned a letter that had been pressed for decades to him.

The handwriting was so beautiful, just like when he pinched her wrist and wrote on the book when she listened to him read.

Lingxiu is lively

The letter said that if she didn't marry that man, he would definitely die.

He laughs, who doesn't know?

She was just twenty years old, and she trembled and wrote in the letter.

"I like you. ”

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The snow in the middle of winter weighed on his shoulders.

Then he didn't want anything, he didn't care about anything, and left with her favorite book of the sermons, which he had revised dozens of times.

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Chang Qiushi stared at Mr. Wei and asked, "Then is he still angry?"

The old man tilted his head and poured the tin can for a long time, only to find that there was no water in it.

"How many years, no more gambling, no more gambling. ”